She was nervous and he could tell. They had been dating for eight months when Harry asked her to live together. He bought them a house in LA, she wanted to stay in America and LA was the compromise. His family already hardly saw him and so when he made the move they weren't happy.
Then Anne read somewhere that Harry had paid off her loans, and he had. Anne had read that her son paid for the mortgage on the house all on his own, and he had. Gemma had read that her brother bought her a car, which he had, but none of them knew that she refused the car, the loans, the house.
None of them knew how much she hated that Harry gave her everything, and she could give him nothing. They all saw her as a gold digger, which was far from it. She worked hard to pay off as much as she could before Harry got a hold of her loans, she hid the bills, she did her best. But Harry snooped and found them and paid them off, it was one of their biggest fights, but no one knew. Because if she complained she seemed ungrateful, and if she didn't she was seen as a gold digger, she couldn't win.
He did buy their house, but she helped out. She paid bills, she paid for groceries and furniture, she really did try. And when Harry bought her the car she stood her ground, he claimed her 2004 Ford would only take her so far, and she reminded him as long as it took her from point a to point b she would be fine, when she had to reach point c they would talk.
So when their house was all set and it looked just how she wanted, Harry asked to have a house warming party. He wanted his friends to see his new life, he wanted to show off the house, the cars, but more importantly he wanted to show her off.When his family heard they offered to fly out, they wanted to meet the girl he moved across countries for, they wanted to meet the girl who was draining his bank account.
Harry could tell she was nervous, she stood next to him, her hand gripping her glass. She insisted on not drinking and settled for sparkling cider, she was never much of a drinker and she didn't want to risk being buzzed or drunk in his families presence. Harry squeezed her hand, his free one gripping his beer, his friends and her friends were all gathered around in the house and backyard. The grill was up and running and Niall offered to be in charge.
"You'll be fine Y/N, I promise. I love you how can they not love someone I love?" Harry smiled, his thumb rubbing circles on her palm.
She took the last sips of her cider and set the empty glass down, "'m not good when I meet people," she mumbled, "I get all shaky."
"You'll be fine, they're lovely people," Harry chuckled.
"I know they raised you," she smiled, going up on her toes to kiss his cheek.
"Harry!" He heard his mother voice call, when he turned from his spot on the deck he saw her.
Anne stood by the door with Gemma, a wide grin on her face. She rushed over hugging Harry, Gemma followed her actions, "thank you for flying us out," Anne says, "we just left our stuff in the living room Jeff offered to take it up stairs, he's a wonderful man."
"Yeah," Harry agreed, "mum, Gem, this is Y/N," Harry tugged on her arm lightly, pulling her in front of him.
She smiled softly, "hello," she says gently, "I'm Y/N it's so nice to meet you."
"Anne," Anne says, her voice isn't as soft as it was when she talked to Harry, it was slightly cold and she didn't enjoy the way Anne's look seemed to have hardened as well.
"I'm Gemma," Gemma faked a smile, holding out her hand.
She shook it and the clamped her hands together, "how was your flight?" she asked.
"It was fine," Anne's answer was short and simple.
It was silent and the air felt different, she peeked up at Harry, "Y/N just got accepted to the medical program at Stanford, in just a couple of years she'll be a doctor," Harry says, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend.
